Alchemisland

Charity shops who support banning pangolin scale trades

Or who aid blind Silurians

Or help Biafran creative spastics onto trains

They give you those ancient bags of immortal plastic

Craggy with lines, raked finely

With wide loops of thin elastic like anaemic McDonald’s emblems.

In some bulbless, post-Event tumult

One’s intact posterior becomes a trade tool.

Muscular tenacity which, sadly, every ass possessor must discover limited

Like children learning death’s cold permanence;

Worm-given unworlding, wordless unfurling;

Wondering how they in turn will earn their urn

And how time is the burning fire of eternity.